Rattling Communicator

Seasoned traveller, with a penchant for authentic experience, besides oft-beaten tourist spots. Habitually I observe and admire various things around me, be it clouds, water bodies, landscapes, cuisine, culture et all. Here I express personal experience and two pence on anything that fancies me, mostly through the pictures I take!

But the scenario dramatically changed when
we came home as repatriates. We thought of giving ourselves some time to decide
if we really wanted to stay back.

While we were trying to figure out the right
school for my daughter, I took up this new full time job after being a
freelancer for more than 4 years. I was apprehensive about the work culture, in
terms of timing and commuting. Suddenly, everything seemed too much for me, and
the worst part is I was not prepared for what was in store for me, I just was
overwhelmed. Even to take an auto or bus was a challenge because the dust and
pollution was taking it’s toll on me. Some of you, R has seen my initial days
in SW. How I used to get rashes and cough constantly. This was mainly because I
was trying to rush things and get going. Instead of giving time, I thought that
self- driving would help me to overcome the situation, without realizing that I
would have road-rage.

It is all about expectations, I think I was
having very high expectations on my driving skills. I was trying to follow road
rules and be courteous on road, but I found everything on road was chaotic and couldn't believe that I used to ply the same roads without any difficulty! I was getting all worked up and swear that the road users had no civic sense. Basically,
my expectations were incorrect and I was unable to cope up. When I tried
discussing these issues with friends it was not well received. I was scorned
and criticized that I was behaving as if am living in Chennai for the first
time. If only I was more tolerant and set my driving expectations lower, I
could have easily avoided getting into this reverse culture shock!

Once you know what to expect, adapting
should be easy. But, since I was not tuned to setting expectations, adapting
was also difficult. Usually, we do things habitually, so for anything and
everything, we try to draw parallels based on our past experience. During my initial
expat days, while shopping or be it vegetables or dresses, I used to convert Ringgit
or pounds to Rupees and used to wonder why it is so expensive. When I came back,
I had to re-learn in using rupees on a daily basis. I was getting all excited about
how cheap things are. But, this excitement was taken as snobbishness and any
casual remark was scorned. Finally, my mom did knock some sense in me by
reminding that there is nothing to be excited about, and now, we were earning
in Rupees and not in Ringgit!

See, everything boils down to preparing for
the situation, setting right kind of expectation and adapting to the situation.
Basically, when you are in Rome be a Roman. You can easily escape typical jibes
of being labelled as ‘foreign returned’!

Note:

As
soon as I saw the green card for 5 min indication…I rushed to finish and
skipped to talk about this! So the speech had a tone as if am not happy to be
back home. Actually I meant to close by telling how it is not always necessary
to unlearn things that you have picked up as an expat!

Then, it doesn’t mean that you need to unlearn whatever you have learnt
as an expat. For example, when a stranger smiles at me I used to turn back and
see to confirm if they were actually smiling at me. Because, normally here I
was not used to this simple act. But, now I still continue to smile at
strangers too, without a second thought as a good will.

Tuesday

According to Hindu belief there is a saying that wherever there is a hill, lord Muruga resides. Batu Caves in Kula Lumpur is no exception to this belief. Early Hindu settlers of the 19th century made this beautiful natural limestone hills/caves as the abode of lord Muruga. Now, the 142 foot tall Golden Muruga stands majestically at the foot of the caves.

This is a holy worship place. But, some of the locals (non-Hindus) were treating the place as an exercise spot...so the temple management has put up a notice board to stop this kind of practices.

You need to climb 282 steps to reach the first level of natural caves. And, while hiking up you might feel breathless. But, the cool breeze that welcomes you at this height is so refreshing that you forget the tiredness.

Here, Moolavar or the main deity resides.

Then the second level is an open cave, again Muruga graces here in a different posture.